Yuan Er felt as if a huge stone weighed down his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
He observed the overall situation and understood the circumstances very clearly.
The efficiency of the mechanical monkeys in picking fire persimmons was astonishing, far exceeding that of the monkey pets.
Monkey pets got tired, worried about self-explosion, and were cautious. Mechanical monkeys didn't get tired; if damaged, they would be quickly repaired and return to the field. The most crucial point was that they weren't afraid at all, making them highly efficient.
"We're already falling behind. The Thousand-Year Fire Persimmon Forest is our last chance, Uncle Monkey, it's all up to you!" Yuan Er said.
Yuan Dasheng nodded at him and leaped forward.
He had been conserving his strength the whole time, appearing only at the critical last moment.
